dream journal #6

It all started when my group of friends from high school and brothers gathered in front of my house. We were all packed up to head to the airport. I was clueless on where our destination was even when we already got on the plane. It didn't take long till we arrived at this huge airport. We somehow flew from KKIA to LAX airport, which is in the United States. I was still clueless on why we were there but didn't cared much when I saw Eeling welcoming us with big hugs and her cheeky smile. We got into the van which Eeling's parent were driving and headed to this huge mansion. It was beautiful, it had a garden, a huge balcony up front and a swimming pool like any typical beverly hills mansion.

While the rest of the gang were wandering around the house, Eeling and I went to the balcony to talk and catch up with each other. We talked about the memories we had from going to all the mini concerts together in Sabah, good times good times. The view of the balcony was perfect, absolutely perfect. In my dream, I could see the Eiffel Tower in a distance all painted in red, blue and white. I could see the white "HOLLYWOOD" sign on a hill not far from her place too. I was so excited like a little fat boy getting ice cream.

We walked to the entrance of the house and I saw this weird plant near the car park. It was taller and bigger than me, it had fruits/flowers that looked like three humongous strawberries mutated into one surrounding the whole plant and leaves the size of elephant ears. I wish I could draw out a picture or find one in the internet for you guys to see but I know it's impossible. Eeling told me that the plant attracts strawberries, just then as I turned my head to the driveway, there were huge strawberries bouncy towards us. It was cute at first but suddenly a few humans that had a huge pear as their heads started heading towards us too. As ridiculous as I sound, I actually dreamt that. 

We ran in the house and I locked the door as fast as I could, the only thing that I could think of to do next was called out my older brother's name to come help and tell me what to do. Like most of my dreams, this one doesn't have an ending too, I was woken up by my dad calling to ask how was I doing. I'm a weirdo.

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